We set out for the airport at 4:30 am. This is Brad on the train showing us his morning face!

When we got to
Marrakech we were warmly received by the owner of our
Riad. She served us some Muslim Whisky (mint tea) with homemade cookies. She only spoke French so it seemed that we were in for a long tea time but we found some common ground thanks to my limited
Spanish skills. We had a lovely
dialogue, each understanding about half of what the other said!

As we sipped our tea, we heard the call to worship
over the speakers of the mosque. The call happens 5 times a day and can be heard from everywhere in the city.

This is a picture of the bathroom in our room... seemed cool enough to warrant a blog photo.
Moroccans use
Dihrams. The exchange rate was about 12
Dh to 1
GBP. All of these
Dh are equivalent to about 200
GBP.

After we freshened up a bit we made our way to the
Jemma El Fina Square where we found lunch.

Our restaurant overlooked the main square...
that's the mosque in the background.

After lunch we walked through the
Jemma El Fina. I was
attacked by a woman doing henna. She grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go despite my most fervent refusal. She then tried to demand 450
Dh for her job. We gave her 100 and then desperately tried to find a place to wash my hand off as I didn't think Jen
Millsaps would appreciate my
tattooed hand in her wedding photos!

This nice kid at one of the many orange stands in the square motioned us over and cleaned my hand off. He was so kind we bought some fresh squeezed O.J., the best I've ever had!

We got the henna off as quickly as possible but it still left it's mark. Thank God it faded by the wedding!

After spending some time in the main square we started to wander.

After our exploring we stopped for some more mint tea... which Brad fell in love with!

At tea my left eye got itchy and I had to take my contact out. I walked around like this for the rest of the evening.

We had dinner on a terrace overlooking the mosque.

I tried to fit in with the locals on our walk home... unfortunately, I think that my arm candy gave me away!

We ended our evening with some more mint tea on the rooftop of our
riad. The perfect end to a near perfect travel day!
On our second day in
Marrakech we had a leisurely breakfast on the rooftop terrace of our
riad... mint tea, oily crepes, jam, bread rolls and yogurt laid out like a feast. The sun was shining!!! Oh sun... how we'd missed thee! Your rays are like heaven and your light, a gift from God.

Just a pic of how beautiful life can be when the sun shows its heavenly face.

We met Mike and Karla (Mike is a teacher at my school and Karla is his girlfriend) in the
Jemma El Fina Square (The main square in
Marrakech) and set off to do some exploring.



After finding our way to the tombs, we wound our way through the ever busy side streets of
Marrakech. It was fun to explore without much of an agenda (no museums to
que for or monuments to stress out about getting to!). When we'd had enough of the frantic streets we took a
caleche ride to the XXX Gardens.

The gardens were insanely beautiful. I loved the color scheme in the garden, it is perhaps my favorite memory from
Marrakech! The bright blues, oranges, and yellows on the walls and pots made the greens in the gardens pop. The contrast between the frenetic streets of
Marrakech and the calm serenity of the gardens was a pleasant surprise.

Our
stomachs started to rumble in the gardens so we grabbed lunch at the cafe inside.

After lunch we walked back to the city center and wandered around trying to find the souks (millions of alleys filled with
Moroccan vendors selling wire lanterns, brightly colored shoes, jewelry, soaps and spices). Each vendor you pass yells something at you to try to get you to come to their stand. If they intrigue you, you can start to haggle... typically you listen to their offer, offer a third of it...go back and forth for a while...and then pay about half of what they originally asked.

After a bit of shopping/haggling we took a break back at our riad. We met Mike and Karla in the Square again and set out to find dinner. After much exploring we ended up on a roof terrace that overlooked the main square and the night market. After our tagines and cous cous, we headed into the night market. We played some games, listened in on some drum circles, walked through the food stands and had some mint tea.


The market was
exhilarating. The drums were intoxicating and the sights, sounds, and foods were all intriguing and exotic. We had an amazing time in
Marrakech and a fabulous Valentine's Day.
2 comments:
The city looks and sounds brilliant! Glad you had a wonderful time - and came home safe.
Oh, I want to go to, everything is so colorful!!!!
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